Slipping away

Sick...
The strong feeling which he can't ignore.
He stumbles into the bathroom. Cold as ice
with a heart as black as coal.
Lighting a candle, which gives but a small
circle of light.
The white marble tiles reflect his face.
A face signed by pain and agony.
The black clothes, looking darker than ever,
hide the scars that can't be seen by the
world.
Alone in the weak glow he rises his head.
Trying, forcing himself to look in the mirror.
Not surprised by what he sees, he keeps on
staring into the mirror.
Amazing how much a man can change in a
few days. What once was a good looking young face,
looks like nothing more than a battlefield of
emotions. Bloodshot eyes, still red from the
crying, look hopeless into the mirror.
Still hesitating, contemplating about what to
do. He feels the sickness rising to his head.
Why has she forsaken him? She
hasn't left him yet but he knows
that she can't choose between him and the
other guy. He lost all fate in himself and the
world. Desperately thinking about an alternative,
nothing comes to his mind.
He starts to stripsearch his pockets untill he finds what
he's looking for. The stainless steel reflects the light
as it slides through his wrist. A small concentric
flow of blood finds its way to the drain.
He feels soiled but doesn't care anymore.
The blood keeps running and his love flashes
before his eyes. A red haze hangs before his eyes
and his mind becomes blurry.
Still his thoughts are with her and the blood
looks almost black. Slipping away out of this
life, a single tear runs from his face
with her face in his mind.